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The Big Green Handkerchief

The Big Green Handkerchief

Twinkle the elf had a big green handkerchief that he was very fond of. He always put it into his pocket on Saturday, which was market day, for then he could pull it out and show it to a lot of people.

One Saturday he put it into his pocket as usual and went off to market. When he got there he went round looking at all the cows and sheep, and he bought himself three new-laid eggs and a pound of yellow butter.

Just as he was turning a corner he fell over a duck that was wandering about by itself. Bang! Over went Twinkle and hit his head on the pavement. Everyone ran to pick him up and made a fuss of him.

'He's cut his head,' said kind Mother Dimple.

'We must bandage it up.'

A little bit of the green handkerchief was sticking out of Twinkle's pocket, so Mother Dimple pulled it out and bandaged Twinkle's head with it. He didn't notice what she was doing for he really felt quite bad. But soon he felt better, especially when someone brought him a nice hot sausage roll to eat.

He got up, dusted his trousers and said thank you. Then off he went. He hadn't gone very far before he met Mr Whiskers, who had a very fine red handkerchief in his pocket, which he showed to Twinkle.

'See what I had for my birthday,' he said. Then Twinkle put his hand in his pocket to show. Mr Whiskers his fine green handkerchief-and it wasn't there! Dear, dear! He turned out all his pockets one after another, but it wasn't in any of them. Whatever could have happened to it? Someone must have stolen it out of his pocket!

He rushed off to see if he could find it. He saw something green in the distance and he ran after it. It was sticking out from underneath Dame Penny's arm. She must have taken his handker-chief! Twinkle tugged at it – and oh, my goodness me, it wasn't a handkerchief after all, but a green sunshade!

Dame Penny was angry! She shook her sun-shade at Twinkle and said she would spank him with it. He rushed off in a great hurry.

Then he saw something green going round the corner. That must be his handkerchief. Off he raced and turned the corner. The muffin-man was going down the street and on his head was a tray covered by something green.

'That's my handkerchief!' thought Twinkle, and he rushed up to the muffin-man. He tore the covering from the tray – but, oh dear, dear, dear, it was the green cloth that the muffin- man always used to cover up his muffins! He was cross with Twinkle!

'I'll smack you if I catch you!' he cried. But Twinkle was off!

Then he saw something green hanging out on Mother Crotchety's line- it must be his hand – kerchief! He crept into the garden and tore the green thing off the line – but Mother Crotchety was there and she boxed his ears.

'What do you mean by taking my nice green duster!' she shouted. 'You naughty little elf!'

Twinkle ran out of the gate. This was dreadful. Wherever in the world could his handkerchief be?

'It's no good,' he said. 'I must go home. I shall never find it.'

So he went down the street to his cottage, feeling very sad indeed.

'I shall never see my handkerchief again,' he sighed.

When he reached home his little wife cried out in surprise to see him with his head bound up.

'Oh, I just fell down and hurt myself,' said Twinkle.

'Well, let me bathe the place,' said his little wife, and she carefully undid the bandage. She placed it on the table and Twinkle saw it. He stared and stared and stared.

'Ooh, my!' he said, in astonishment. 'There's my handkerchief. Was it on my head all the time, little wife?'

'Of course,' said his wife surprised. 'Why?'

'Because I've been rushing about all over the place taking things I thought were my green handkerchief, and all the time it was round my head,' groaned Twinkle. 'What a silly I am!'

He was a bit of a silly, wasn't he!   

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